The Path کے بول

Born in the year of oxycontin Raised in the tall grass Teen millionaire having nightmares From the camera flash Now I'm alone on a windswept island Caught in the complex divorce of the seasons Won't take the call if it's the label Or the radio Arm in a cast at the museum gala Fork in my purse to take home to my mother Supermodels all dancing Around a pharaoh's tomb Now if you're looking for a savior Well, that's not me You need someone to take your pain for you? Well, that's not me 'Cause we're all broken and sad Where arе the dreams that we had? Can't find thе dreams that we had Ah, ah, ah Let's hope the Sun Will show us the path Ah, ah, ah, ah Let's hope the Sun Will show us the path Ah, ah, ah, ah I just hope the Sun Will show us the path Savior is not me I just hope the Sun Will show us the path Savior is not me I just hope the Sun Will show us the path Path, ah, ah, ah, ah Path, ah, ah, ah, ah